Charlotte 1 - I can't Even Remember Writing This! (Patreon)

Charlotte cast a naughty upturned gaze at the three pony mares currently towering over her. They'd formed quite the tight circle around the colossal-cocked filly, all the better to attempt to give her the sort of reprimanding she was long overdue for.

The stroppy, uptight mares in question were none other than the three Deans overseeing the new classes Charlotte had enrolled for after becoming a student at the prestigious Manehattan U., and perhaps they had just a teensy cause for their outrage. Not that it really mattered to the flippant, teasing Goth, she'd only been following her instincts, after all!

But her instincts were to stuff sluts until they were wobbling beach balls who couldn't even reach the floor! Oopsy! So here she was, sitting in for her lecture in a typical outfit of black t-shirt with something inciting written on it, stockings and a tartan skirt that covered exactly fuck-and-all of her ribald endowment.

The first of her three older mares spoke up abruptly, waggling a finger in Charlotte's absolutely gorgeous maroon face. The Goth let out a little giggle and twirled a finger in her hair, playfully pretending to not listen. Any words of warning she'd addressed to her fellow students before turning them into cum-blimps had gone in one ear and out the other, so why should she be any exception?

The Dean of Economic Inflation was a lovely, well-rounded unicorn, with a pudgy belly and a cultivated manner to herself. She could barely see Charlotte over those great big titties of hers, hemmed away in a simply gorgeous white blouse and jacket with cravat. "Since the first day you've arrived, girls have been bloating up all over campus, young lady Charlotte! Have you and your colossal horse-cock no dignity?"

Well, the Cauldron-marked cutie had herself a little giggle at that, before calmly replying, "It's not like I can really help thaaat. I walk into my lectures and girls are already thrusting phone numbers into my face! I wander back to the dorm room and, heehee, everyone's pulling on strappy sandals, booty shorts and low-cut slips!"

"They're all so thirsty for a filling!" she said, acting the part of the most put-upon pony of all time.

Charlotte slowly crossed and uncrossed her thick thighs, adjusting her skirt in the process. The aforementioned member dangling between her legs, giving a hot little wobble as she took in the sticky scents of three mares in their ovulation period. Each of these girls had at least 10 or more years on her, but they weren't fooling anyone by acting like they weren't good for a rutting. If anything, it was like they'd called this little meeting just to get her alone and all to themselves, no matter the risk. "Mmm, if I wasn't supposed to use my cock so much, why are there so many hips waggling in my face all the time?"

"I shan't hear such lewdness!" howled the Dean of Economic Inflation, covering the floppy ears perched between the coils of her long purple hair.

"I'll handle this," said the Dean of Intellectual Comprehension, adjusting her thick-rimmed glasses. She was another unicorn, with purple and pink hair, wearing a very severe and serious black business suit. Her wide breeding hips were packed into a tight mini-skirt that bulged with the swells of her incredible stocking thighs. "I've worked my whole career to expand the minds and hearts of young fillies like you, Charlotte, stuffing them to the absolute brim with everything they need to give birth to all manner of new learning disciplines! And yet since your arrival three weeks ago, no less than 30 of my charges have wound up pregnant!"

She booped Charlotte right on the nose with a carefully-manicured finger, meeting her gaze directly. "And do you know HOW pregnant?"

Charlotte giggled and swept her hair over her shoulder. Something about the way these girls were talking to her was getting her horse cock up and stiff and needy. Sitting down as she was, the nearly three-feet long rod was stretched across the chair between her legs and dangling down in front of her. It was long enough that the bulbous tip of that mega-cock was almost touching the ground, leaking a steady flow of cum onto all three Deans high-heeled sandals.

"How pregnant?" she asked, trying to hide her smile behind her fingers and failing.

"The smallest pregnancy of the whole lot is six foals, all of them fillies! We estimate all together they'll be birthing 241 young females before the year is out, some of them with cocks on track to be just as mouthwatering as your own! Do you have anything to say for yourself, you flirty filly?"

Charlotte leaned back in her chair and put both hands behind her head. The motion set off a pendulum effect on the rod that had turned countless fillies into pregnant mares, which brought it up and along Charlotte's chest. She shifted her legs slightly, putting her watermelon-sized nuts on top of her thighs. The overflowing seed pods seemed bigger than ever, skin stretched so tight over each nut that they were firm as perky breasts, with barely any space between them. They spilled out across her lap, filling up all the space from her thighs down to her knees and almost all the way up to her chest.

As for that vein-mapped member, her cock came to rest on her chest, sitting comfortably between her over-ripe titty-melons, just under her chin. She was grinning like crazy, rosy cheeks as red as could be. "241... Wow... Oops~"

She scratched her chin, smiling cheekily as the Deanly trio seemed to become even more flustered than before. "Well, mmmn, I only know about making foals, not raising them! I doubt I'll be much help, sorry!"

The Dean of Economic Inflation nodded. "Yes, quite so! It would be best to keep those adorable young things safe from such a... deadbeat parent."

Charlotte shrugged, shaking her head in a "Good grief!" gesture. "Mm, you got me. Deadbeat dad, that's me!"

Last but not least, the Dean of Mammalian Studies And Readings had her say. She was dressed less seriously than the other two, in a long floor-length yellow dress that held her generous figure like a glove. She was cradling a bunny rabbit to her chest, gently petting it as she spoke. "I, ummm... I had something to say to you as well, Charlotte."

Charlotte snapped her fingers, pointing a digit at the shy pinkette. "Shoot."

"Well, as you know, umm... I was concerned about your falling grades, so I assigned you a tutor, but... Ummm!"

"Just spit it out!" urged her two fellow Deans, drawing a shy squeak from the mare.

"Well, umm, she says she can't remember any of the things I wanted her to teach you! And she's started wearing her hair in pigtails, changing her dress style to much briefer outfits and... other things, as well!"

"Ooooh, yeah, I probably maybe had something to do with that!" said Charlotte from around her shaft. Semen was visibly dribbling from the tip now, drooling down the length of her obscenely huge member. The three mares before her were ogling it, speaking more to her fantastic cock than Charlotte herself! The longer they stared, the harder it got to think. Or rather, the easier it got to abandon all thoughts and succumb to the sensual sway of that sizzling pole, succumbing brainlessly to their impending cocknosis.

"Well, it's very naughty of you! You're a very naughty girl, Charlotte!"

Charlotte drummed her fingers down her great big pole, taking in the trio one after the other. They'd moved a little closer over the last few minutes, until now they were crowded around her so tightly that their six huge tits were smooshed together inches from her rod. Like fish on a line, their pussies had led them right to the biggest dick any of them had ever seen. "Well, mm, please don't make me drop out, ladies," she said, a tiny bit of sincerity in the naughty tease's voice. "I really like it here at Manehattan U.!"

The Dean of Intellectual Comprehension laid a fingertip on the shaft of that naughtily-throbbing steely pole, sharing a glance with her two fellows as they plotted and schemed. Within seconds her digit was dripping the hot, sticky cream that had turned this campus upside-down, and into Charlotte's personal breeding ground.

"Wherever she goes, legs fly apart," she said thoughtfully.

"And panties drop in seconds," agreed the white unicorn to her right.

"And bellies, gulp, bulge! She leaves trails of fillies with bright futures bloated like used condoms wherever she goes!" finished the yellow Pegasus.

The duo beside her groaned at that, rubbing their thick thighs together.

"Something must be done about this! As long as this big-dicked filly is making cock-necklaces out of the students of our great educational institution, we must find a way, however drastic, to spare them from its great wrath," the purple Dean announced. Her cohorts were so awed by her noble gesture they both gave her an ovation right then and there!

She folded her arms, running her tongue along her lips. She looked so pent-up she might burst. "Well, as much as it pains me to suggest it, I feel we should..."

"Get down on your knees and take turns draining my nuts?" asked Charlotte, abruptly cutting in. She felt giddy, and even more horny than normal. Her cock was at full erection, aching to be inside the only three pussies on campus she hadn't fucked yet.

"M-May we?"

There was a great shuffling of clothes as they fell to the ground, followed by three sets of silky lace panties simultaneously dropping. Those horny mares closed in like hungry sharks.

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Some hours later, the door to the Dean of Intellectual Comprehension's office opened a crack and Charlotte stepped out, adjusting her shirt. "Whew! That's some pressure off!" she said, smoothing her skirt down over her slightly-relaxed member.

She cackled as she strolled off down the corridor, leaving the door to swing open on its own.

With the entryway now wide open, anyone who wandered past would come across the sight of those same three Deans from before. They were lying belly-down on the floor, or rather, their bellies were on the floor and they were up near the ceiling.

Each of the three Dean's tummies had been stretched to maximum capacity with shot after frothing shot of the Cauldroneer's cum. She’d blasted her sloshing seed in each of them more times than she'd care to count, packing their wombs with a hundred of more goopy jets of spunk as thick as glue. After she'd fucked them silly, all three of their wombs had obediently closed back up right after, sealing hundreds of litres of her overly-fertile cock-milk inside of them with only a few milligrams of recently-released ovums for company.

Those triply-stuffed tummies audibly sloshed and creaked with the burden of holding so much cum inside. The oceans of cum were large enough to have their own tides, and waves of the spunk packing their wombs peacefully rolled back and forth with the slightest of movements.

As if their inflation wasn't enough of a mark of shame for the three respectable mares already, someone had scribbled insulting words all over their bare bellies in various shades of marker pen. A certain white belly bore the term, "Dean of Sophomoric Impregnation." The purple belly jostling and wobbling against hers read, "Dean of Inter-Erectional Distension." And last, but not least, the yellow pudgy tum cut right to the heart of the matter with "Dean of Mammarian Studdings And Breedings!"

Atop their bellies, the Deans struggled to get any footing whatsoever to allow them to roll over. They looked quite the sight waggling their arms and hooves in the  air, but it just simply wasn't going to work. They'd have to wait for every last drop of jizz to soak into their skin, the entire ordeal no doubt being almost as pleasurable as getting stuffed in the first place. Such a great intake of testosterone would no doubt promote an equally-great oestrogen release, making their curves ten times more alluring and dick-teasing than they were already were.

"Do you think we got through to the poor dear?" asked the Dean of Economic Inflation.

"Not... half as well as she got through us," replied the Dean of Intellectual Comprehension. "You think it'd seem, um, a little desperate if I asked for her mobile number?"

"You'll share it with me, won't you? I simply couldn't ask you to tackle her alone!" pleaded her colleague.

"Come on, Angel sweetie! Roll mommy over!" whined the Dean of Mammalian Studies And Readings.